My oldest son, who just turned 30 (yep, I got a thirty-something) is FINALLY getting married. Since he met his intended at a New Year's Eve dance, they are geting wed on that date.
Actually, as fate would have it, they met before then. It turns out after comparing notes, they found that he had known her as a child. She is in her mid-twenties so they were not "hang-out" friends at the time, but we had her father as a "home-teacher" (a church member who visits you at your home with a monthly lesson). We went to visit our eldest last year and stopped by to visit the prospective in-laws. They actually had a video of my family singing four-part harmony Christmas carols to them years ago! We had completely forgotten them!
Since Val and I got married young (19 and 17 respectively) and our youngest just graduated, we have been wondering when the next generation was going to get busy and get here! My family name, which I have traced back to A.D. 1095, has become (in my branch) an endangered species. My branch of the family has had only-child sons or sons without progeny through seven generations. My father had three boys and that was the most in any of the previous 5 generations. My fourth great grandfather, James, had two sons. His eldest, John, has a line of descendants all over the place. I am descended from John's younger brother, William. William is depending on my eldest to keep his branch going. Here's how it works:
William had one son, Thomas.
Thomas had a daughter, Julia, who died young, and a son, Thomas Clarence. He had one other daugher, Ethel. (Our family historian. She died at 97 and I miss her to this day.) She died childless.
Thomas Clarence had one son, Thomas Clifton.
Thomas Clifton had two sons, Thomas Clarence (my uncle Tommy) and George (my dad).
Uncle Tommy had one daughter, who died childless of a disease called MENS.
My dad had three sons, of which I am the middle.
My older brother had one daughter from his first marriage, who is in her twenties, and has a new daughter from his second marriage who is about 5.
My younger brother is unable to produce children.
That left it up to me.
I have had three sons.
I gave it my best shot, Willie!
One of those three needs to get busy and produce at least one boy! Otherwise, this entire line from William on down disappears. Our family name is rather prominent in our historical home, and genealogists in that area have been going nuts for years trying to figure out where these few extraneous family-name bearers came from. When I was able (courtesy of great-aunt Ethel's excellent memory and family history knowledge) to show where we fit in after contacting some of them on ancestry.com, there were some collective sighs of relief from the rest of the klan. All of the desendants of John (and there are many) had been frantically trying to fit in all of those Thomases that were showing up on the census. If Aunt Ethel hadn't preserved the info, it may well have been lost and remained unsolved.
Anyway, THAT is the pressure situation being put on my eldest. Produce or KILL A WHOLE LINE OFF, BOY!!! And the fact that one of his brothers is gay narrows the odds even more (though that one is seriously questioning his homosexuality now, so maybe the gene pool isn't as shallow as it appears!).
A New Year's Eve wedding. Two reasons in one to pop the cork and we're Mormons. But ahh, the root beer will flow.
I'm just trying to figure out how they are going to make it to the NYE dance. Seems to me they would likely be a bit busy . . .
Sunrise, sunset . . .